Face in the window, Page 2

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  A full month quickly ticked off. The last day of summer was celebrated by another pool party. Mason walked up to a group of young ladies loitering around the pool. The sight of their bikini clad bodies and light giggles were entrapping.

  “Hello,” said Mason. “We met here at the last party.”

  “Hello back,” greeted one of the girls. “I’m surprised you remember me seeing how I turned my nose up the moment I found out you smoke.”

  “I did smoke. I haven’t wanted a cigarette in a month.”

  Mason pushed his hand into a pocket of his shorts, pulling out a small plastic container.

  “Care for a mint?” he asked.

  “Now you’re talking. I do love to kiss a handsome bloke who has fresh breath.”

  Mason smiled at his good fortune. Pushing his arms around the back of Doreen’s neck he moved in for a long passionate kiss. He wasn’t disappointed.

  Wandering up to and through the many party goers Cassandra’s transparent image slowly floated inches above the ground on her never ending quest for yet another male victim while her sister looked out of the attic window watching.